You don't even want to call me godfather

"I know I have no right to interfere in Freya's affairs, because we, the White Gloves, need to act separately from the Black Gloves, so we can't have too much overlap," Mondirfarley paused and continued, "But Frey, although he is Freya's brother, he is also a White Glove. Isn't it inappropriate for him to stay with the Black Gloves all day long?"

"I know what you mean, Mondirfarri," Arthur said. He rolled up the car window and focused all his attention on this topic. "There's a saying I like very much: People are like trees. The more their branches yearn for the bright sky, the deeper their roots go into the dark underground."

"Please tell me more."

"Both the 'White Gloves' and the 'Black Gloves' are indispensable to me, but not everyone can improve as quickly as Freya. It's true that Frey is her brother, and his ability to analyze things is exactly what I value. It's a pity that he is too timid. Putting him together with the 'Black Gloves' will give him some courage." Arthur shook his head slightly and stretched out a hand from the back seat to put on Mondilfarli's shoulder. "I know you are thinking about our company, but I still know this kind of obvious thing. Don't worry too much."

"I see," Mondirfarri understood. He thought for a moment and tried to ask again, "There is one more thing about your itinerary..."

"Boom! Boom!"

A loud noise, accompanied by flames, interrupted Mondirfarli's words.

I saw a car in front of me explode out of nowhere, and then the car began to drift until it hit the roadside fence and turned several times before stopping.

Suddenly, thick smoke billowed and sparks scattered.

"Ah-"

Mondirfarelli reacted quickly and stepped on the brakes, barely stopping the car a few feet away from the burning car.

"Boom! Boom!"

But the next second, there was a strong feeling of pushing on the back, and Arthur and Mondirfarli's bodies rushed forward involuntarily. Accompanied by the sound of several cars crashing, Arthur's car could not escape the disaster.

In just a few tens of seconds, this elevated section became the scene of a series of car collisions.

Chapter 41: Self-Destructing Truck

"What the fuck?!"

After the collision, Mondirfarley raised his head from the popped-out airbag, cursed angrily, and prepared to get out of the car to check the situation.

But after trying to move the door handle several times, he found that the car body had been deformed by the impact, making it impossible for him to open the door.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the scratch on his forehead, then looked back at Arthur.

"The rear door is also deformed. It looks like we're trapped." Arthur knew what Mondirfarri wanted to say before he even opened his mouth. He took out his phone and sent a message to someone. "While we're waiting for rescue, we can inform the insurance company."

Mondirfarelli tried a few more times, and after confirming that the damage to the car door was so severe that he was unable to do anything, he slammed the steering wheel hard and then leaned back in despair.

While looking at the burning car in front of me, I listened to the voices shouting for help from behind.

After a moment, Mondirfarli seemed to have noticed something. He stared carefully at the rearview mirror outside the car, squinting his eyes, and moved closer little by little.

"Damn it..." Mondirfarley's eyes suddenly widened. He hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, adjusted his position, and kicked the car door desperately. "Don't worry about your insurance company for now, Arthur! We are fucking finished!"

But Arthur just glanced at the rearview mirror outside the car calmly, and then continued typing, completely ignoring what was happening outside.

"Fuck! Damn bulletproof glass!" Mondirfarley tried his best to open the door, but the superior quality of the car disgusted him at this moment. "Fuck! Damn door! I swear I don't want to ride in a car again in my life!"

"Why are you so panicking, Mondirfarli?" Perhaps because he had finished sending the message, Arthur finally turned off the screen of his phone and put it in his pocket. He turned sideways, with his feet facing the direction of the car door, and put his hands against the roof of the car, as if he was gathering strength, and at the same time comforted Mondirfarli, "Don't worry, we will all be safe."

"Ah!"

With a loud bang, the back door of the car was kicked open by Arthur, and some broken parts were scattered on the ground.

He came out of the car and looked back at the back of the car.

An oversized truck was coming in this direction. It completely ignored the cars on its way and used its size and weight to run over the vehicles that had stopped in the middle of the road after a collision.

This was exactly what Mondirfarelli and he had just seen in the rearview mirror.

Arthur came to his senses, grabbed the handlebars of the driver's seat and exerted a little force.

"Snapped."

The handlebar is broken.

Seeing this, Mondirfarli took a deep breath, leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and seemed to be praying for himself for the last time.

But the next moment, he felt someone pull his seat down, and he was suddenly lying flat in the car. A hand grabbed his clothes and pulled him out of the back seat.

"It seems that you are really too scared, Montilfarri, to ignore such a big exit in the back seat and start your last prayers."

Arthur dragged him to a place far away from the car and put him down, making a teasing remark.

"Oh... God..." Mondirfarley bent down, stroked his face with his palm, gasped a few times in fear, and looked up at the truck that was still colliding, "Is the driver fucking asleep?"

"Such a big commotion can't be explained by saying you were asleep, but the insurance company will be busy afterwards," Arthur snorted and laughed, watching the truck about to run over his car, but the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he pressed Mondirfarley's shoulder with an unusually serious look, and ran to the back of another car, "Get down!"

Arthur's car, which was reinforced with materials on all sides to enhance its hardness and toughness, was easily crushed by the truck and rushed straight towards the burning vehicle in front.

"Boom!!"

There was another loud explosion, and the truck's body exploded as it hit the car. Countless pieces of metal fragments in the car shot out in all directions like sharp blades.

If Arthur and Montilfarli had not hidden, they would probably have died here.

After the noise died down, Mondirfarli poked his head out from behind the car where he was hiding and observed the surrounding situation.

When the truck appeared, most of the people around had already run away, so the explosion and debris did not hurt anyone.

"The car that exploded on the elevated road, the heavy self-destructing truck full of metal fragments," Arthur slowly stood up from the ground, frowned at the mess in front of him, "This doesn't look like an accident, Mondirfarri."

"I think... you are probably being targeted, Mr. Wilder," Mondirfarley quickly calmed down. He leaned against the edge of the viaduct and saw the police cars and ambulances rushing here from below. "If you have any urgent matters to deal with, please leave first. I will negotiate with the police and the insurance company."

"Well, thank you for your help, Montilfarli."

Arthur nodded, patted Mondirfarli on the shoulder, then put his hand on the elevated guardrail and jumped over.

Chapter 42: Self-Deception

Colombia is a technologically advanced country.

Therefore, there are always many foreigners who want to come here for tourism or to settle down.

So even the smallest port in Colombia is sometimes crowded with people queuing up to enter the country.

And today, we have some special guests.

A blonde woman who looked very similar to the Filin people wore a Victorian-style wide-brimmed felt hat at an angle, perhaps to cover her ears.

But she seemed to know that doing so would only make her look more suspicious, so when facing the border inspector, she raised her head so that the other party could see her face clearly.

"Go over there."

This trick really worked. After confirming that her face was identical to the photo in her passport, the border inspection personnel stamped her passport and let her pass.

Following closely behind was a member of the Filin tribe with long white hair, with a few strands of silver mixed in.

She seemed to be unhappy with the feeling of being stared at with suspicion, so after handing over her passport, she stared unceremoniously at the border inspector.

This makes it easier for the other party to compare photos. The staff of this department will not care about your mood. They are only responsible for confirming whether your identity matches that on your passport.

"Okay."

The white-haired Feilin was easily released. She quickly ran to the side of the blonde woman and stuck to her.

Just after she entered the border, a man wearing a felt hat walked up to the inspection window behind her.

He lowered his head slightly, looked up at the inspector, and handed over the passport in his hand.

"Take off your hat."

Because of the angle, the inspector found it difficult to see his full appearance, so he asked him to take off his hat.

The man nodded, raised his hand, and gently took off his hat, revealing his appearance and the Luper ears on his head.

"Syracusan?"

The inspector's eyes shifted back and forth between the photo in the passport and his face, then he frowned and asked.

"We are Victorians. It's clearly written on it." In a blink of an eye, the man put his hat back on. But this time, he raised his head and stared at the inspector, slightly emphasizing his tone. "Hidesir Eldridge, a citizen of Victoria."

As he spoke, the man turned his head and looked at the two Filin women who had passed the inspection earlier. They were obviously waiting for him there.

"What is the purpose of your trip?"

But it was obvious that the inspector still had doubts about his identity and continued to ask questions.

"travel."

The man smiled and replied.

The inspector stared at him and hesitated to take the next step. His years of work experience told him that the man in front of him was not trustworthy.

"How long will it take?"

Until the man quietly made a gesture below, a young man behind him came forward as if receiving a secret signal and urged impatiently.

"..."

The inspector took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. After hesitating for a few seconds, he stamped the passport.

"Thank you, sir."

After taking the passport, Koshei slowly put it into the inner pocket of his clothes, then turned around and entered the immigration gate to meet the two film women.

……

A cocktail party is being held in a high-end hotel in Colombia.

An old man with gray hair stood in the corner of the hotel, admiring the paintings hanging on the wall.

Just as he was engrossed in the painting, a figure appeared beside him and looked at the painting with him.

"Oh, Arthur, my boy, what has happened?"

After a moment, the old man turned his head and looked at the figure, then narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion.

The reason he asked this was because the blood on Arthur's face from the previous car accident had not yet been wiped off.

"I suspect someone has entered Columbia who shouldn't be here," Arthur didn't answer his question, but went straight to the point. "I don't want anyone to do whatever they want in this country. I need to know everything that passes through the port, father."

"These ports are the foundation of my operation of this country. Nothing can enter or leave unless I agree. I control everything with this. You are unwilling to share because you don't want to lose control. This is the difference between my control and your control." The old man seemed to sneer at Arthur's words and mocked him with words without hesitation. "Your control is a product of imagination. I saw you wearing a smart suit and your decent hotel. That was just a trick to fool others. You initially made deals based on my name and reputation, pretending to be a gangster when it was convenient, and then you told yourself, 'I'm just a businessman'."

"You're good at what you do, father. So am I. My winery, my business, my... decent hotel made you a very wealthy man. So please be respectful of what I do."

Arthur frowned slightly. He was now a well-known figure in Columbia, and even his father should not mock him like that.

But the old man just shook his head, then turned around and walked slowly to the center of the hall, with Arthur following closely beside him.

"When I was little, I used to run around on the West Coast with my friend Ian. We'd walk into a store and there were candies, maltose, all kinds of stuff. We were drooling over chocolate and toffee, but we had no money, so when no one was watching..." The old man pretended to observe his surroundings, picked up a candy from the table and stuffed it into his pocket. "You know, when we walked out, I showed Ian two black licorice candies, and we ate them, and they tasted great, so we went to another store, and Ian pointed out everything he wanted, this, that, and it was like Christmas. He kept watch and I stole things, until finally one time, I told him, you steal this time, but Ian didn't want to do it, and I asked him why, and you know what he said? 'I'm not a thief.'"

Watching the old man approaching the performance, Arthur's expression eased a little. He smiled faintly and listened to his father's recollections of the past.

"I know why you ask me this, Arthur. You don't want Syracusans to come through your port. Some of them bring in drugs, crime, women and girls, people are sold as slaves to other people, all kinds of evil will flow through this city, because of you." But the next moment, the old man changed the subject and returned to his bad attitude just now. He put his finger on Arthur's chest and showed a disgusted expression. "You think you are better than me? You bastard, no, no, no, Arthur, I'm tired of watching you deceive yourself, you are just a villain, just like me."

Chapter 43: The Dead End

"I was born for art, I live for love, I have never hurt any living being, and I often secretly help the poor and helpless. But when I was in pain, my Lord, why did you repay me like this?"

In a theater in Colombia, the lights shine on the stage, the actors sing and perform, and the audience below watches quietly.

But at the back of the audience, there were several people of different types sitting there.

"Indra, stop shaking your legs."

Vina was wearing a pair of sunglasses and she was still wearing the wide-brimmed hat to try to hide her racial features. She leaned to the side and whispered a rebuke to Indra.

"But Master, I really can't stand this kind of atmosphere." Hearing this, Indra's legs shook even faster. She clearly showed her impatience. "Opera is something I can't accept at all."

"Hush, be quiet, don't draw attention to yourself," Koshei, who was sitting on the other side of Indra, gestured for silence. He turned around and glanced at a figure who had just entered from the theater entrance, and said, "Be patient, Indra, he's here."

The figure met Koshe's eyes, then pretended to be an ordinary spectator, walked slowly to Koshe's side and sat down.

"Godfather..." This man was no doubt Jose, who had come to Colombia as part of the advance team. He looked around carefully, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to this place, he asked softly, "Why did you come here in person?"

"It's a done deal. There's no need to ask about this anymore." Koshei fixed his eyes on the actors on the stage. He tried to keep his mouth moving as little as possible. "Tell me about the intelligence you've gotten during this period, and why you lost contact earlier."

"Yes, Godfather," Jose pursed his lips, as if he was having trouble speaking. After organizing his thoughts for a moment, he spoke, "It was an unexpected situation. There was no problem with our forged passports and documents, but shortly after entering Colombia, we had a conflict with a group of local people. There was a girl in the other camp."

"Girl?" Koshe frowned slightly. He motioned for Jose to continue. "Go on."

"That girl is simply a killing god... She alone killed four of us brothers," Joser said, as if recalling some bad memories. His body even trembled when he was halfway through. "We were no match for her. We could only choose to escape..."

"Well... I already know the general situation," Koshei stroked his chin with his hand. He glanced at Jose who was fidgeting beside him and sighed secretly, "So what happened next? What did you do after you escaped?"